I realized I’m in love. It’s always been right in front of me.
Yes, I – I think I love her. Is that nuts?
One day she’s throwing a book at me. The next, we’re making out behind the library.
I love you, and beneath all that logic, calculation, and superstition, I know you love me too.
I tried to dredge up the same reaction other girls had around Marcus, but nothing happened. No matter how hard I tried, I just didn’t have that same attraction His hair was too blond, I decided. And his eyes needed a little more green.
Adrian sifted through the bags and pulled out a slice of coconut cream. “If I were a dragon, this is what I’d go for.” I didn’t argue, mainly because that statement had no logical argument.
You’re my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.
I certainly hadn’t expected to walk away from today’s trip with joint custody of a miniature dragon.
The future of our relationship hinged on advice from a fifteen-year old girl, a probably untrue story from a one-eyed Chihuahua trainer, and me unromantically – yet skillfully – kissing you on top of silverware and china?
Any life worth living is going to have risks.
Metaphors. This was the cost of making out with an artist.
The problem with having so many people call me by nicknames was that when someone called me by my actual name, it usually meant something serious was happening.
Everyone wanted what she couldn’t have.
No one was normal, not really.
So. You’re saying my sister’s dressed like a prostitute.
I think I’ve got something else to help center my life.
Rose, I cheat at cards and buy liquor for minors. But I would never, ever force you into something you don’t want.
And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you’ll eventually crack and love me too.
Sydney! Stop. Think of something else. Conjugate Latin verbs. Recite the periodic table.
Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered.